Still as death, lying under trees,
Inverted, where I find my ease.
Flit-flutter, my pinions beat swift and low,
Flying ’round the luminous sky,
Time now for a slumberous sigh.
Lanky, a vampiric form I seem,
Release my hand and hear my dream.
Flapping wild above the sky,
Not as hard as rocks on the ground.
Where the light goes, there I soar,
Though my vision’s blurred, no tears I pour.
Truly, truly scary I am;
No one I’ve touched displays a grin.
Where my consorts are, joy begins.
I could be a tasty fare,
Roasted and made small to share.
Just need oil and burning pyre;
Turn me back to your left desire.
Unknown the locale my fate will be,
Unknown the things I’ll strive to see.
Seek my life and nothing more,
Or else I move within my core.
Poem by Èmmysöñ 👌
